The words that escaped the cryptic woman's lips sparked something within Kurou. The tongue she spoke was that of his father's homeland, Joya. However, he wasn't fond of the thought of a mere stranger knowing his descent. So, he pretended not to be able to understand.
"You've got to be shitting me..." he thought to himself.
Unfortunately for Kurou, that wasn't all she had to say. The woman would continue to say how she intended to find someone to draw her like a Minstrelian woman.
"Who gets a piece done in a crappy hut, anyway?" he wondered. At the very least, Kurou could agree that this woman's beauty rivaled the women from his homeland.
The traveler took the woman's next choice of words with a grain of salt. She was mistaken in thinking he would reside in such a subpar environment. Moreover, her arrogance rubbed Kurou the wrong way. The pink-haired woman did, however, point out the obvious - his bewilderment. His journey through Aldenwald would prove challenging without an aide.
"You were doing so well." he replied displeased. From the angle he stood, Kurou threw his bag into the bedroom.
"Like you said, I'm lost." he continued. At this moment, he sat criss-cross applesauce.
"I've been walking for days on end and thought I'd catch my breath here.""I don't assume you would willing want to be in a run down place like this?"- Akuko
"Funny you should say that. Earlier I thought how strange it would be to have a drawing done here." Kurou said sarcastically.
"Zan. And you are?"